Monday Night Call With Master

I signed on. It was Monday night and I had been anticipating our ideo call all day. It had quickly become a part of my weekly routine in the three months we had been talking.

We met online in a chat room - as all good romantic stories start. I wasn't looking for anything specific. You knew exactly what you were looking for, just didn't believe that you would find it.

Fast forward three months, and you have what you were looking for, a smart, intelligent, sexy girl who is completely and utterly obsessed with following your every word. You know that this comes at no cost to me, as throughout the three months of exploring, I have determined that I was made to serve you, to sit at your feet and await your instructions.

Tonight, I had specific instructions. Before our call, I showered and shaved, making sure that I was smooth from my neck down. I put on some lotion and put my shoulder length brown hair into a pony tail, my bangs still just hitting the top edge of my glasses. Despite usually not being allowed any clothes at home, I was told to dress in a g-string, showing off my small waist and my round butt, still slightly bruised from penance for my sins earlier that week. On top I had my slave bra on. A specially modified bra that had no cups at all. At 34D, my Master's tits were not small, but the slave bra allowed minimal support, so they were perky and bouncy and my nipples were still easily accessible for me to show to my Master. I also usually had some writing on at least one of my Master's tits, proclaiming my dedication to my Master as his slave. My body was my Master's.

The beginning of all of the calls with my Master started similarly. You would not think twice if you heard our normal pleasantries, talking about how each of or days was. I tell Master all about my work day, and he tells me all about his. We make small talk, talking about our plans for the next day. Then Master begins.

Master knows exactly what will take me from a sassy, fierce lawyer - the part I play all day long, to his meek, obedient slave. There is a series of questions and answers that, no matter where I am, will immediately bring me into the submissive mindset for Master. Though we go through them almost every day, I never doubt that I believe each answer with my whole heart.

Master: What are you?

Slave: I am your slave, your property.

Master: Who do you belong to?

Slave: You, Master.

Master: And who do you want to belong to?

Slave: You, Master!

Master: Where do you belong?

Slave: At your feet, Master. Obeying you.

Master: What of yours is not mine to control?

Slave: Nothing, Master. You own and control me, mind, body, heart, and soul.

Master: What does that mean to you?

Slave: It means that I am to follow your direction without hesitation. I do not need to think, I just need to obey, like a good slave.

That is all it takes. Master knows that I am in the mindset of a good slave. I will not overthink, and I will do my very best to obey.

Next, Master usually brings me through a series of poses for practice. We have about 20 poses that I have memorized and often practice at Master's request. His favorites are "kneel" where I am kneeling with my legs spread, my hands clasped behind my head, my Master's tits on display, and "plead", on my knees, back arched for easy access to my holes, my Master's tits pressed into the floor, and my hands straight out in front of me.

After i have shown Master that I can hold my poses without fidgeting, Master instructs me to get my bag with all of my toys. I return to my kneel position. Master tells me to put in my ball gag, and to put on my blindfold, my headphones are already in, and Master knows that they are active noise cancelling, so now all I can hear is him.

There is a little pout from me, as now I can no longer see my Master - he knows that I love to see his reactions to my obedience. That pout is quickly noticed by Master, and noted for later. He tells me instead that I am just to focus on his instructions, listen to his voice and obey. I already have little shivers hearing his voice deepen with need from my small acts of obedience so far.

He has me undress first, standing away from the camera to remove my g-string, legs straight. Then I return to kneeling to remove my slave bra, kissing it and bowing to my Master to thank him for letting me wear it. Master tells me to get into "seated holes" - I lean back against the bed, my legs spread, my feet flat on the ground. Master has a good view of all three of my holes, his property to do what he pleases with.

He instructs me to start to play with his slave's cunt. Starting with one finger, slowly moving it in and out. It is already dripping wet, so I am sure my microphone is picking up the sounds of my finger sliding in and out. After about twenty thrusts, Master tells me to add another. Another twenty, and another finger, and again so I am up to four fingers.

Master keeps his slave's cunt well used. But four fingers is where I start to feel it stretching. I do my best to ensure that I am not fidgeting or squirming as good slave's are not meant to fidget, but I do let out a little moan when Master simply says "fist".

Now, it is not that this is something new. Master makes me regularly gape his slave's cunt. When he cannot use it himself, he likes to make sure that it is useless for any other cock.

The moan was all because of how he said it. I could tell that he was watching me stretch his slave's cunt, and enjoying it. His voice was deep, anticipating my whole fist disappearing into his slave's cunt.

Using my own wetness, I used my fist to stretch myself until my whole hand fit inside. Knowing Master always expected me to get my fist as deep as possible before he was satisfied, I tucked my fingers in to a fist and continued to press in until my fist was against my cervix. My arm inside of me until just above my wrist.

Listening closely, I could hear Master moving around. His breathing was heavy as he watched me gape his cunt, following his instructions without question and hesitation. A rhythmic sound coming through my headphones made me wonder just how much he was enjoying my obedience.

There was a part of me that was still upset that I could not see my Master. While he had complete access to me, he was careful to police what I saw of him. Some people just do not understand what this did to my submissive brain. While Master owned my body and my mind, I was limited to what I was permitted to see of him. It was an unspoken rule that I would not ask to see. It was a decision to be made by my Master.

"Twist" was my next instruction. This one was my favorite. Slowly I began rotating my wrist inside of me, causing my fist to press up against the inside of Master's slave's cunt. Immediately, my arousal heightened even more. My breathing became laboured around my gag, drool leaking out over my Master's tits. Speeding up more and more, I got lost in the increasing arousal until Master reminded me of what I am.

"Poor girl. So horny for her Master. Gaping her little cunt to be absolutely useless for any cock. Just a useless hole for her Master to control.

I know she wishes she could see what her obedience does to her Master. But she is much too well behaved for that. She will keep her blindfold on until her Master tells her"

The feeling of my fist inside of me, hearing how turned on my Master was from my obedience, from dedicating my body to him, that rhythmic sound through my headphones suggesting exactly what Master was getting up to, that I could see if I just moved my blindfold. Knowing that I would not until instructed.

I started to moan in short bursts, my signal that it was getting too much, that I needed permission to stop or to cum for my Master.

"Keep going my sweet little slave" was the only answer I got.

Knowing that that was not permission, I continued my short moans and whines, focusing on holding back my orgasm as I remained on the edge, frantically twisting my fist.

"Stretch" was my next order. Immediately, I moved from twisting my wrist to clenching my fist tight and pulling it all the way out, before pushing it back in, stretching my Master's slave's cunt each time my knuckles pushed in or pulled out. After about twenty thrusts, knowing that I was no longer sitting still, that I was squirming and shaking and moving my hips into each thrust of my hand. I heard my Master take a few deep breaths, before a groan, followed by heavy breathing.

"Show off, slave." A few tears slipped out as I removed my fist. Coming down so quickly from the edge, suddenly feeling so empty.

I quickly got back into position, using each had to grab one outer lip of my Master's slave's cunt, puling it apart to show my Master how useless his slave's cunt was. How stretched it was.

"Good slave. Kneel." Moving back to kneeling. Master permitted me to remove my gag, and my blindfold. I stretched out my jaw, and blinked my eyes a few times, squinting as I got used to the light.

Master let me lick my fingers clean, telling me how proud he was of me. How much he cherished his obedient slave. How he loved to see his slave's cunt stretched, useless for any other cock.

Back in kneel he asked me my thoughts:

"Master, thank you for letting your slave stretch your slave's cunt. Thank you for making it useless for any other cock. This slave belongs to you, mind, body, heart, and soul and is proud to be your property.

You slave is so horny and needy for you Master. Thank you for keeping me so wet and needy, reminding me that my pleasure is no longer of concern, that I am here to serve you, for your pleasure alone.

"Thank you for accepting me as your slave."

We exchanged some more small talk. Master letting me relax from my formal position. He had to sign off, which I always pouted about, but he allowed me to use my Master's bed tonight rather than sleeping in my place at the foot of the bed.

I climbed into bed, and blew Master many kisses, signing off.

"Good night Master, sweet dreams. Love you lots."